Cocosa, I never thoughtA name could taste like salt and light,A sudden spark, a soft "hello,"That turned the grey to burning white.

How would you like to —should we make it more romantic , mysterious , or perhaps a bit playful ?

I never thought—but now I know,The best of things are never planned;They arrive like waves, like Cocosa,And leave their gold upon the sand.

I never thought the rhythm changedUntil your voice became the beat,And all the paths I walked aloneLed straight to where our shadows meet.

czalo